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Jackie Simmons
Brad came into the house drunk at eleven something at night. I did not know what was going on, but I immediately rushed to the door grabbing my husband by the arm so he does not fall.
"Why are you helping me?" My husband slurred.
"Because you're drunk. Come on, Brad. Let's get you to your room," I replied, and I dragged him to our destination.
When I got him there, I laid him on the bed in his drunken state, and he fell asleep. While he was sleep, I removed my husband's shoes and socks. But then I noticed something. Brad's forehead was sweating so I neared closer to him, feeling his cheeks and face. He had a fever.
I hurried to the side of the bed, taking off his suit jacket and his dress shirt, leaving him topless. Then I ran to get a thermometer, and I stuck it in his mouth to see his body temperature and the result was crazy. 103.
His body temperature was 103. That was not good so I called for a maid to get some ice and a towel so that I could make him cooler. Taking the wet and cold towel in my hand, I pressed it to Brad's forehead, wiping off the sweat from his body.
Glancing at my husband, I ran my hand through his hair. I lowered my head, putting my lips on his. His lips were so soft and since he was sleep, this would be the only time I got to get a loving kiss from my husband. I know I should not do it, but I wanted to do it. It felt so good, and I smiled faintly.
I stayed up the whole night, watching my him to make sure his temperature did not rise. But I called the doctor at around four in the morning to ask him to come out later to check on Brad. The doctor agreed and eventually, at five in the morning my spouse stirred and woke up.
"My head hurts," Brad groaned, and I gave him so Advil with some water to wash it down.
"I hope you feel better. But you have a fever. I called the doctor and he says you have to sleep and stay on bed rest," I told him while pinning my hair in a ponytail.
"No, I cannot. I have to go to work at six. Why are you even up at this time?" My husband asked in a very rude way, but I did not let it faze me.
"You came in drunk, with your temperature high so I helped you. You can't go to work," I replied.
"Well, you don't order me around. I am attending work," he said as he glared at me.
I smirked evilly, thinking of something. I knew exactly what I could do to make him stay home. "It's okay, you can go to work. But I guess I'll wear crop tops and booty shorts while you're gone," I smiled. I know I was aggravating him, but it was easy. So, realistically, who wouldn't do it?
"No you won't. I'm staying here, and you won't be wearing those types of clothes unless its just me in the house with you," he demanded, grabbing my waist swiftly.
"Alright then. We are going to make you feel better in no time while you stay here," I giggled, and Brad glared at me while I laughed.
The whole day was filled with making my husband broth for him to eat and washing his clothes. Once again, the maids tried to do it, but I did it myself. I love their service, but I can do it all by myself because then again, even though I was ashamed to confess it, I loved doing it.
I walked back into the room to check my husband's temperature again.
"Can you stop checking my temperature? That's annoying, stop pestering me," my husband complained, but I ignored him.
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